nirvkalpi samadhi: a discussion

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ladies and gentlemen-

 

as far as this condition of ultimacy is concerned it is urgent to

recognize preciousness of exactitude insofar as the bliss of

actuality being referent to a transcendence rather than an

immersion.

 

First of all, therefore, it is proper that laws, properly enacted,

should themselves define the issue of all cases as far as

possible, and leave as little as possible to the discretion of the

judges; in the first place, because it is easier to find one or a few

men of good sense.

 

Secondly, The gross lines are legible to the dull: the cabman is

phrenologist so far: he looks in your face to see if his shilling is

sure. A dome of brow denotes one thing; a pot-belly another; a

squint, a pug-nose, mats of hair, the pigment of the epidermis,

betray character. People seem sheathed in their tough

organization.

Ask Spurzheim, ask the doctors, ask Quetelet, if temperaments

decide

nothing? or if there be any-thing they do not decide? Read the

description in medical books of the four temperaments, and you

will

think you are reading your own thoughts which you had not yet

told.

Find the part which black eyes, and which blue eyes, play

severally

in the company. How shall a man escape from his ancestors, or

draw

off from his veins the black drop which he drew from his father's

or

his mother's life? It often appears in a family, as if all the

qualities of the progenitors were potted in several jars, -- some

ruling quality in each son or daughter of the house, -- and

sometimes

the unmixed temperament, the rank unmitigated elixir, the family

vice, is drawn off in a separate individual, and the others are

proportionally relieved. We sometimes see a change of

expression in

our companion, and say, his father, or his mother, comes to the

windows of his eyes, and sometimes a remote relative. In

different

hours, a man represents each of several of his ancestors, as if

there

were seven or eight of us rolled up in each man's skin,-- seven

or

eight ancestors at least, -- and they constitute the variety of notes

for that new piece of music which his life is. At the corner of the

street, you read the possibility of each passenger, in the facial

angle, in the complexion, in the depth of his eye. His parentage

determines it. Men are what their mothers made them. You may

as

well ask a loom which weaves huckaback, why it does not make

cashmere, as expect poetry from this engineer, or a chemical

discovery from that jobber. Ask the digger in the ditch to explain

Newton's laws: the fine organs of his brain have been pinched

by

overwork and squalid poverty from father to son, for a hundred

years.

When each comes forth from his mother's womb, the gate of

gifts

closes behind him. Let him value his hands and feet, he has but

one

pair. So he has but one future, and that is already

predetermined in

his lobes, and described in that little fatty face, pig-eye, and

squat form. All the privilege and all the legislation of the world

cannot meddle or help to make a poet or a prince of him.

 

his insight throws us on the party and interest of the

Universe, against all and sundry; against ourselves, as much as

others. A man speaking from insight affirms of himself what is

true

of the mind: seeing its immortality, he says, I am immortal;

seeing

its invincibility, he says, I am strong. It is not in us, but we are

in it. It is of the maker, not of what is made. All things are

touched and changed by it. This uses, and is not used. It

distances

those who share it, from those who share it not. Those who

share it

not are flocks and herds. It dates from itself; -- not from former

men or better men, -- gospel, or constitution, or college, or

custom.

Where it shines, Nature is no longer intrusive, but all things

make a

musical or pictorial impression. The world of men show like a

comedy

without laughter: -- populations, interests, government, history; --

'tis all toy figures in a toy house. It does not overvalue

particular truths. We hear eagerly every thought and word quoted

from an intellectual man. But, in his presence, our own mind is

roused to activity, and we forget very fast what he says, much

more

interested in the new play of our own thought, than in any thought

of

his. 'Tis the majesty into which we have suddenly mounted, the

impersonality, the scorn of egotisms, the sphere of laws, that

engage

us. Once we were stepping a little this way, and a little that way;

now, we are as men in a balloon, and do not think so much of

the

point we have left, or the point we would make, as of the liberty

and

glory of the way.

 

Skepticism is unbelief in cause and effect. A man does not

see, that, as he eats, so he thinks: as he deals, so he is, and so

he

appears; he does not see, that his son is the son of his thoughts

and

of his actions; that fortunes are not exceptions but fruits; that

relation and connection are not somewhere and sometimes, but

everywhere and always; no miscellany, no exemption, no

anomaly, --

but method, and an even web; and what comes out, that was put

in. As

we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the

builders of our fortunes; cant and lying and the attempt to secure

a

good which does not belong to us, are, once for all, balked and

vain.

But, in the human mind, this tie of fate is made alive. The law is

the basis of the human mind. In us, it is inspiration; out there in

Nature, we see its fatal strength. We call it the moral sentiment.

 

We owe to the Hindoo Scriptures a definition of Law, which

compares well with any in our Western books. "Law it is, which

is

without name, or color, or hands, or feet; which is smallest of the

least, and largest of the large; all, and knowing all things; which

hears without ears, sees without eyes, moves without feet, and

seizes

without hands."

 

If any reader tax me with using vague and traditional

phrases,

let me suggest to him, by a few examples, what kind of a trust

this

is, and how real. Let me show him that the dice are loaded; that

the

colors are fast, because they are the native colors of the fleece;

that the globe is a battery, because every atom is a magnet; and

that

the police and sincerity of the Universe are secured by God's

delegating his divinity to every particle; that there is no room for

hypocrisy, no margin for choice.

 

Hare Om,

 

Mr. Peshtin

[Guest guest]

All you have penned is very well stated. yes indeed!

Every individual is made of his/her heridetory traits

imbibed. So.....

 

The least we as humans can do is to first live a

righteous life , then take a partner who is also

leading a righteous life and together beget children

that will, for reasons of immediate heredity, be

doubly righteous!

 

May the Almighty Bless such noble actions again and

again so that, as time moves on, there will be an

Ideal Humanity.

 

And this is what Sanatana Dharma is all about.

 

Love .

 

Hari Om!

 

Swaminarayan.

--- saddestragaishappyrajaok

<saddestragaishappyrajaok wrote:

> ladies and gentlemen-

 

 

 

 

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